(Sequel to an rp with @hells-squeakiest-king and @beamingroyal. here are the separate parts: X X X X once it's turned into a fanfic ill link that instead)
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After the events of his… eventful evening… Alastor melted into the shadows and appeared in his room.
The crickets and cicadas of the bayou created a wonderful background noise for Alastor’s spiraling state.
What the fuck was happening to him?
Waiting for Lucifer to show up? Letting himself get tipsy in front of others? Playing, laughing, tickling each other? And Charlie showed up and he just… let himself stay unwound and giddy.
And the feelings.
For all his existence he’s had a disconnect from others. They were means to an end, or a target of his sadistic fun.
But this wasn’t that.
Rosie had informed him of these new aged terms of identity like Asexual and Aromantic which he had shrugged and agreed described him.
But there were other terms she had listed… that it seemed may describe him better.
Demi. None of those pesky worthless feelings of attraction or giddiness… until a strong bond is shared with someone specific.
And it seems his rivalry turned frenemy relationship with Lucifer was the trigger.
Oh the most humiliating word came to mind. He tried shoving it out but there it remained.
Crush.
Did he… have a crush on Lucifer? Like some fucking middle schooler with a soft heart about to ask him on a date to the theater?
No. That was beyond absurd. He was a goddamn serial killer for fucks sake. A soul owner. A demonic overlord. The most powerful sinner a hell.
And Lucifer? He… he was pathetic! Sure, he was incredibly powerful, but he couldn’t do anything meaningful with the power! Just some duck-obsessed, awkward, silly, sweet, goofy…
It was ridiculous.
Alastor blinked in surprise when he registered what was happening. His face was burning hot. His heart was pounding and fluttering. His stomach was queasy and light.
He dug his claws into his vanity, refusing to look at himself in the mirror, loathing to see the pathetic caricature staring him back.
No. This wasn’t like him. He was a powerful overlord always three steps ahead of everyone else…
That's it.... he- he’s using Lucifer. If Lucifer is on his good side it would be… a status symbol.
To have the king of hell wrapped around his finger... It’s simply a display of his manipulative abilities.
But... he's manipulated hundreds of people. He did get a sense of joy from it, but this was an entirely foreign, entirely different feeling.
Instead of feeling of superiority and pride, it was honestly kind of... embarrassing.
God every time he closed his eyes he saw his goofy smile and stupid fucking golden blush...
His heart fluttered.
He decided to blame it on the alcohol. That's the last time he buys that brand.
Yeah, he'll sleep it off and feel like his normal powerful self in the morning.
Cause if he doesn't... Lord help his reputation.
